The path through fatherhood may look like a ball of knotted yarn (especially if raising young women!); but, if one were to untangle and stretch long that line, it would be a storied string of Homeric length. And I’ve written an epic if I’ve written just one good word on the hearts of my three daughters. I don’t dare nor desire to ever lay down that pen. I learn as I go: my quiet legacy should be that they wholly deserve that from me.